Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Nov 29] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.85 · 504 words
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Preferment? 'tis too poor a word. You were best tell me too he may be Duke. He is i'th' road, I know not how he'll miss it. This is three quarters treason, though I love My son, I must not cherish this ambition. But it will be more than three quarter's treason If you presume to check the Duchess pleasure, And murmur thus if she resolve to marry, And make your son a Duke, you'll not turn rebel. Defend allegiance, Gentlemen mistake not Although I love my son, I'll not be guilty Of any thought to cross her, but I should Be sorry he should cast away himself. How d'ye mean? As men do use when they Do hang or drown themselves. Have you sense And talk thus wildly. The riddles you have told me. Yes and understand Do you count Your son lost by the Duchess loving him? Go find your wits again, and use 'em better, Can you be so ridiculous to think, So wise, so modest, so religious A Lady can forget her state and honour To place affection on my son. There have been precedents to make it seem no wonder. She had better ta'en his head off, there had ended My cares, the boy t'run mad, and what can follow Think ye? go to, I'll to her highness presently. What to do? To pray her leave him to a natural death, And choose some other to undo with pride Of her large favours; gentlemen examine But yourselves, could either of you two promise To keep your wits, if such a grace were offered To you? would it not tempt you to be mad, To think of being a Duke? speak honestly, is't fit indeed you should be less than mad? There be some men i'th' world ha' lost their senses When they but chewed the Cud of a bare Lordship, I ha' known a knighthood has turned some men's wits, The very noise o'th' spurs; then do not blame me If I desire my son sober and sensible, And now I think on't I'll first seek him out. I think the old man's mad indeed, Dear Madam Laura, Sweet Sir I cannot stay. Then I can walk and wait on you. You have the same haste too, Thou art a piece of the Duchess Cabinet, I must hear some news. Alas the Court is barren. I know a trick to make thee fruitful yet, Nay I can mend my pace Lady an you put me too't. Good Sir the reason why you wonder at me Above all other women, what in me Appears so full of prodigy. I'll tell you, You're young and handsome. Should I grant I were, This were no miracle. Withal this youth and handsomeness you're a maid And live at Court too, this I hope's not ordinary. What wonder will your fancy create next. You're sound too, or your phisnomy deceives me. The privilege of my brother's friend must not Engage me to a mockery.
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Preferment? tis too poore a word. You were best tell me too he may be Duke. He is i'th rode, I know not how hee'l misse it. This is three quarters treason, tho I love My sonne, I must not cherish this ambition. But it will be more then three quarters treason If you presume to checke the Dutchesse pleasure, And murmur thus if she resolve to marry, And make your sonne a Duke, you'l not turne rebell. Defend allegiance, Gentlemen mistake not Altho I love my sonne, Ile not be guiltie Of any thought to crosse her, but I should Be sorry he should cast away himselfe. How de'e meane? As men doe use when they Doe hange or drowne themselves. Have you sence And talke thus wildly. The riddles you have told me. Yes and understand Doe you count Your sonne lost by the Dutchesse loving him? Goe finde your wits agen, and use 'em better, Can you be so rediculous to thinke, So wise, so modest, so religious A Lady can forget her state and honour To place affection on my sonne. There have beene Presidents to make it seeme no wonder. She had better taine his head off, there had ended My cares, the boy t'runne madde, and what can follow Thinke yee? goe to, Ile to her highnesse presently. What to doe? To pray her leave him to a naturall death, And choose some other to undoe with pride Of her large favours; gentlemen examine But your selves, could either of you two promise To keepe your wits, if such a grace were offerd To you? would it not tempt you to be mad, To thinke of being a Duke? speake honestly, I'st fit indeed you should be lesse than mad? There be some men ith' world ha' lost their senses When they but chewd the Cud of a bare Lordship, I ha' knowne a knighthood has turn'd some mens wits, The very noyse o'th spurres; then doe not blame me If I desire my sonne sober and sensible, And now I thinke on't Ile first seeke him out. I thinke the old mans mad indeed, Deare Madam Laura, Sweet Sir I cannot stay. Then I can walke and waite on you. You have the same haste too, Thou art a peece of the Dutchesse Cabinet, I must heare some newes. Alas the Court is barren. I know a tricke to make thee fruitfull yet, Nay I can mend my pace Lady an you put me toot. Good Sir the reason why you wonder at me Above all other women, what in me Appeares so full of prodigie. Ile tell you, Y'are young and hansome. Should I grant I were, This were no miracle. Withall this youth and hansomnesse y'are a maid And live at Court too, this I hope's not ordinary. What wonder will your fancy create next. Y'are sound too, or your phisnomy deceives me. The priviledge of my brothers friend must not Engage me to a mockery.